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these boots were made for walkin’

No, not white Go-Go boots (I think I owned a pair when I was a kid. Really.). And not Nancy Sinatra.

Perhaps something like this:

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Only, really, more like this:

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It seems I’ve been dreaming about walking for about a week. Not hiking mountains with beautiful vistas. Not hiking through the woods hoping to find a cool spring. Nope.

I’ve been walking through streets and alleys in what appears to be a seaside town somewhere along the east coast, probably the northeast because it doesn’t look like anything I’ve experienced in Florida, Georgia, and the Carolinas. Now add the creep factor of cutting through people’s yards and picking up snippets of their daily lives (at least I’m walking through and not actively being a Peeping Tom Bego).

When I was an undergrad majoring in psychology, I used to keep a dream journal. I don’t remember what any of this means. My guess is probably as good as yours.

Too bad I’m not getting the health benefits of all this walking, but I am waking up with a clear head. Go figure.

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3 things about me today

1. I serve people, not data points, not sources of revenue. I go out of my way to do it with dignity and respect, and usually, throw in a smile for good measure.

2. Nothing goes with BBQ short ribs like a cold beer. Yum.

3. I still don’t like Justin Bieber.

 

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sunshine, finally, and then it was gone

It’s been a soggy week in many ways. I love the rain, and nothing is more exciting than a great lightning display. Better, even, than the fireworks shows that were going on across the country this week. Except here, of course, because it hasn’t stopped raining, and it shows little sign of a break.

Too much of a good thing is too much! I miss the sun!

There have been little pockets of sunshine here and there, kind of like a reminder that even though things are looking pretty dark and dismal, there’s a strong light burning bright behind the clouds. I took advantage of one of those moments earlier. The sun came out so brilliantly that I just stood on the porch soaking in it’s warmth.

And just as I was warming up, it started raining again.

It’s not getting me down, though. I know this will pass and soon, very soon, we’ll be back to the burning summer days around here. I’ll need to remind myself of how much I missed it when I’m given to complaining about the oppressive heat or the unrelenting sun.

In the meantime, I hold on to my memory of the sun’s rays on my face.

I’ve sometimes felt like my faith mimics some weather patterns. Sometimes an emotional or physical assault comes up out of nowhere, and like a thunderstorm, shakes me to my core, leaving me feeling broken. Other times, I’ve felt a slow drain, like the continuous rain this week, dripping on me in a constant steady way that depletes me and leaves me feeling melancholy and heavy- hearted.

In either case, it’s hope that I cling to, whether it’s the sunshine that I seek in my garden, or in more tangible ways, a visit to the Adoration chapel for some real Sonshine.

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